Orion's aggressive stance did not even begin to ease until the bike-mech was out of sight, but once he began, Orion's field and armor smoothed out rapidly with the ease of long-practice. The irritation-born dominance vanished as though it never was, gone almost completely before the music from the interloper's exit faded.

Orion sighed, slowly turning to face Megatron, expression gone sheepish; embarrassment coloring his field and making his audial nubs twitch back.

"...I apologize for that. Especially for snapping at you. I'm afraid I have something of temper, at least when my friends are concerned." He gave Megatron a somewhat lopsided smile, hopeful.